Archive for March 14th, 2007

Hail Mary

This is a great song. So great, it makes you want to grow a moustache.

And these are my favourite lines from it, which I think beat the crap out of most pop lyrics:

And when the morning of the warning’s passed, the gassed
And flaccid kids are flung across the stars
The psychodramas and the traumas gone
The songs are left unsung and hung upon the scars

Why the Bloodhound Gang felt the need to cover it I’m not too sure.


		
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Blues-Inflicted Hope

I could listen to Cornel West all day. On the Santiclausification of Martin Luther King, and what James Brown and Thomas Hardy had in common, among lots of other things.

Figure of Speech

Do any bloggers out there ever use speech recognition software? If so, please let me know your thoughts on whether it works for blogging or not.

I am feeling very indolent of late.


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